Free ClosertoFire by Alexis Reed Page B

from the soft haven of her
breasts. He took her face in his hands, fighting for control. “Lily, I—”
    “Bane, I need you,” she whispered. The urgency in her words
cleared his mind and he saw for the first time his own feral desire mirrored in
her amber eyes. She let go of his cock to work at his belt buckle with one
small hand. With the other, she pressed the back of his neck, tugging him to
her. He leaned down, claiming her mouth with his own.
    Her thoughts were a silken caress in his mind. Please
make me yours.
    “Lily, I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed against her
mouth. “I waited because you needed rest, but I waited too long and I need—I
need too much.” He’d never felt so out of control.
    “I don’t think you need more than I can give,” she murmured.
He scented her need laced with the fiery allure of her idana blood and it
destroyed what was left of his control. He pinched her nipples gently, testing
her.
    She gasped and leaned into his touch, her eyes drifting
closed. More. Please, more.
    The dragon answered—dark, dominant, hungry. Yes. She
asked, she received. He lifted her onto the counter and tugged at the hem of
her skirt. “Lift this for me,” he commanded. She did as he said, her gaze
burning. He kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue to explore the velvet
texture of her mouth.
    When he found a lacy barrier to his touch he growled,
grasping her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes. One finger lengthened
into a talon and he slit the fabric, careful not to cut her. Her soft,
surprised cry pleased him and he slid his fingers, talons gone, into her wet
heat. She moaned, a wrenching, helpless sound, her tight pussy clenching his
fingers.
    “No underwear under skirts. Are we clear?”
    Her eyes widened and she nodded, her pupils dilating. A
flood of hot, wet warmth soaked his hand and he realized he’d hit a nerve. A submissive nerve. Interesting.
    “Come here.”
    Her breath coming in short puffs, she scooted toward him on
the counter. She ground on his hand, her pussy sucking hungrily at his fingers.
He laughed softly. This would be a fascinating experiment.
    “Say it,” he ordered, eliciting an excited whimper from her.
    “I’m…I’m not to wear underwear with skirts,” she said with a
gasp, feathering kisses along his jawline.
    Oh God. He closed his eyes. She was so perfect. “Very
good. Put your hands behind you.” She would need the support.
    He knelt in front of her, nudging her knees wide apart to
admit his broad shoulders. His hand was soaked to the wrist and he was eager to
taste her.
    Her knees trembled, her back arching. “Bane, please—”
    He nipped the inside of her leg, chiding. She gasped and he
kissed the tiny hurt, soothing it with his tongue. “Hush. I’ll tell you when to
beg,” he murmured against the smooth skin of her thigh. But he wasn’t going to
make her wait long. Maybe later…but not now. He needed to be in her, and soon.
    He took his time licking her, her cries deeply satisfying,
erotic music. He found the hard bud of her clit and pressed down with his
thumb, bringing it out from beneath its little hood. He breathed over it and
felt her thighs shiver against his shoulders.
    “Pl—” she began, and he watched her teeth clamp on her pink
tongue. She’d remembered—no begging. Good girl.
    “Yes?” he asked softly, drawing torturous circles around her
clit with the pad of his thumb, careful not to touch it. “What were you going
to say, Lily?” When she hesitated, he chuckled. “You want to beg, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she groaned, her breath coming in rapid little gasps.
He nipped the inside of her leg again. She jumped, whimpering, and he lapped up
the answering flood of wet warmth from her pussy, still careful to avoid her
hard clit.
    “You will use my name when you speak to me,” he corrected
her firmly.
    “Yes, Bane.”
    “Tell me exactly what you want, Lily,” he said, watching her
hips twitch with her